Belai shook his head. "I have no idea what makes the three of you get up to the things you do," he said, removing himself, Shory understood, from any flavor of youthful conspiracy. "Why would you want a collar? Animals and slaves wear collars. You're neither. Ask for something better for me to do with my time."
Arix and Ystav exchanged a collaborative look. "You want to know why?"
"Arix, let me go," Shory whispered for the five hundredth time.
"Hush. Belai ought to know."
"No. No, he doesn't need to." Shory tried to take a step away. He got the step, but that was all he got. Ystav was right there, closing off any escape with the threat of his body, the threat of a chase. The threat of Shory tackled like a wayward child if he tried to run. It was all Shory needed to freeze him where he stood.
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